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Commie NedFlanders posted:this kid just doesn't ever look where he's walking Mosch posted:Frederick/Friedrich really sucks. The child that goes out with an umbrella during a storm gets carried off to god knows where with a questionable chance of survival, while Frederick, basically a total sociopath who kills animals for fun, has to take some medicine so the bite on his leg heals properly. Boo hoo, the dog he tormented bit him.
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Junk posted:"Der Giftpilz" (The Poisonous Mushroom) whoaa i'm having trouble understanding what the mom says to the boy at the beginning quote:„Schau, Franz, mit den Menschen auf der Welt ist es genauso wie mit she says aye the people of the world are like mushrooms of the world. there are good mushrooms and good people. there are, however(?) also(?) poisonous, evil mushrooms and evil people. and we must how we do(?) with poisonous mushrooms. Do you understand me boy??!!?
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# ? Nov 7, 2016 07:51 |
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oh drat it this story is going to teach me a lot of words i'm not gonna like...... drat you duolingo you didn't prepare me for this!! i thought german was all about happy rear end Bären drinking bier and eating fisch
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Commie NedFlanders posted:she says aye the people of the world are like mushrooms of the world. there are good mushrooms and good people. there are, however(?) also(?) poisonous, evil mushrooms and evil people. and we must how we do(?) with poisonous mushrooms. Do you understand me boy??!!? Yeah basically. She also says to beware of the bad people. It doesn't really help that all the umlauts are turned into normal vowels except for ü which is ii for some reason (probably because English OCR was used I guess)
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# ? Nov 7, 2016 08:05 |
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Sereri posted:Yeah basically. She also says to beware of the bad people. It doesn't really help that all the umlauts are turned into normal vowels except for ü which is ii for some reason (probably because English OCR was used I guess) Infidel Castro posted:You don't since that's the correct word to use. danke, meinen Fruenden
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# ? Nov 7, 2016 09:24 |
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qkkl posted:Are there fairy tales where a character is Jewish? I read that Germans were obsessed with all things Jew in the late 1800s. There's a Grimm fairy tale called Jew in Thornbush. Our hero, a young man who has just earned his journeymanship, wonders through the countryside, and encounters a poor old man. Even though the hero is destitute himself and needs his hard-earned pay, he takes pity on the miserable old wretch, and gives him what remains of his money. The old man reveals himself as a good gnome, and gives him a magical fiddle that can make anybody who hears it dance against their will (what a lovely gift). The young man goes on, and meets a suspicious Jew standing at the side of the road. The Jew is listening to a song bird, and talking how he would like to own this bird, to cage him and charge people for his song - as Jews are want to do. Our hero is outraged, throws the Jew into a thornbush on the wayside, and starts playing the fiddle. The Jew begins jumping around among the thorns, with no control over his own limbs, the bushes tear apart his coat, and cut his skin, and the Jew pleads for mercy. He even offers our hero his sack of gold. The generous young man accepts the offer, and leaves a rich man. However, the perfidious Jew is angry that he got "robbed" by a righteous representative of the common folk, and he goes to the city, to the judge, and accuses the boy of theft and highway robbery. Guards hunt him down, and bring him to the city, where he is to be hung as a criminal, but the smart protagonist knows how to convince the judge that the Jew is responsible for his own trouble, and that he gave his gold to him willingly. He grabs his fiddle and starts playing. Once again, the Jew begins dancing like a madman, and begins desperately begging for an end to his so called torture, as his torn flesh still aches with each movement, and he promises further riches and possessions just to end the humiliating and painful dance. Upon seeing this, the judge realizes that the Jew did indeed give his sack of gold to the hero out of his own will, and frees the sympathetic main character. The Jew is hung the next day for perjury.
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# ? Nov 7, 2016 10:06 |
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if only germany nominated bernie sanders
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Schurik posted:I probably sucked on my thumb as long as I did just to defy this loving guy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwrXoslbdew
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EorayMel posted:You can read some here: http://www.gutenberg.org/files/12116/12116-h/12116-h.htm https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zd9muK2M36c
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Commie NedFlanders posted:whoaa There are two hints that will tell you everything you might need to know. The first sentence: quote:"Wie die Giftpilze oft schwer von den guten Pilzen zu unterscheiden sind, so ist es oft sehr schwer, die Juden als Gauner und Verbrecher zu erkennen..." "Just as poisonous mushrooms are hard to tell from the good mushrooms, it is often very difficult to recognise the Jews as rascals and criminals..." And the other hint is the publisher, place and date: quote:Nürnberg This is 100% straight up Nazi propaganda, published by the same publisher who ran the magazine "Der Stürmer", the rather infamous Julius Streicher. The actual bit without OCR errors after that is: quote:"Schau, Franz, mit den Menschen auf der Welt ist es genauso wie mit den Pilzen im Wald. Es gibt gute Pilze und gute Menschen. Es gibt aber auch giftige, böse Pilze und böse Menschen. Und wir müssen uns vor bösen Menschen hüten genauso wie vor giftigen Pilzen. Verstehst Du das?" "hüten" = "to beware of so./sth." He of course then answers that "that's the Jews", for which she praises him and then starts to teach him about all the different kinds of poisonous Jews. edit: And the last bit of the introduction, because it's really rather -ish quote:"Die folgenden Geschichten erzahlen uns die Wahrheit über den jüdischen Giftpilz. Sie zeigen uns die vielen Gestalten, die der Jude annimmt. Sie zeigen uns die Verworfenheit und Niedertrachtigkeit der jüdischen Rasse. Sie zeigen uns, was der Jude wirklich ist: Der Teufel in Menschengestalt!" "The following stories tell us the truth about the Jewish poisonous mushroom. They show us the many forms the Jew adopts. They show us the crookedness and ignominy of the Jewish race. They show us what the Jew really is: the devil in disguise." Hollow Talk fucked around with this message at 17:19 on Nov 7, 2016 |
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While it's not German or 19th century I always thought that this part of Egil's Saga (one of the Icelandic Sagas) was pretty great. This is from the translation by Bernard Scudderquote:Everyone became very drunk, and for every toast that Armod drank he said, "I drink this to your health, Egil." Afterwards Egil disses him in a verse of poetry then goes back to drinking
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Cat and Mouse in patnership posted:A cat had made the acquaintance of a mouse, and had said so much to her about the great love and friendship that he felt for her, that at last the mouse agreed that they should live and keep house together. "But we must make preparations for winter, or else we shall suffer from hunger," said the cat, "and you, little mouse, cannot venture out everywhere, or in the end you will be caught in a trap."
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Gambling Hansel Once upon a time there was a man who did nothing but gamble, and for that reason people never called him anything but Gambling Hansel, and as he never ceased to gamble, he played away his house and all that he had. Now the very day before his creditors were to take his house from him, came the Lord and St. Peter, and asked him to give them shelter for the night. Then Gambling Hansel said, "For my part, you may stay the night, but I cannot give you a bed or anything to eat." So the Lord said he was just to take them in, and they themselves would buy something to eat, to which Gambling Hansel made no objection. Thereupon St. Peter gave him three groschen, and said he was to go to the baker's and fetch some bread. So Gambling Hansel went, but when he reached the house where the other gambling vagabonds were gathered together, they, although they had won all that he had, greeted him clamorously, and said, "Hansel, do come in." "Oh," said he, "do you want to win the three groschen too?" On this they would not let him go. So he went in, and played away the three groschen also. Meanwhile St. Peter and the Lord were waiting, and as he was so long in coming, they set out to meet him. When Gambling Hansel came, however, he pretended that the money had fallen into the gutter, and kept raking about in it all the while to find it, but our Lord already knew that he had lost it in play. St. Peter again gave him three groschen, and now he did not allow himself to be led away once more, but fetched them the loaf. Our Lord then inquired if he had no wine, and he said, "Alack, sir, the casks are all empty!" But the Lord said he was to go down into the cellar, for the best wine was still there. For a long time he would not believe this, but at length he said, "Well, I will go down, but I know that there is none there." When he turned the tap, however, lo and behold, the best of wine ran out! So he took it to them, and the two passed the night there. Early next day our Lord told Gambling Hansel that he might beg three favours. The Lord expected that he would ask to go to Heaven; but Gambling Hansel asked for a pack of cards with which he could win everything, for dice with which he would win everything, and for a tree whereon every kind of fruit would grow, and from which no one who had climbed up, could descend until he bade him do so. The Lord gave him all that he had asked, and departed with St. Peter. And now Gambling Hansel at once set about gambling in real earnest, and before long he had gained half the world. Upon this St. Peter said to the Lord, "Lord, this thing must not go on, he will win, and thou lose, the whole world. We must send Death to him." When Death appeared, Gambling Hansel had just seated himself at the gaming-table, and Death said, "Hansel, come out a while." But Gambling Hansel said, "Just wait a little until the game is done, and in the meantime get up into that tree out there, and gather a little fruit that we may have something to munch on our way." Thereupon Death climbed up, but when he wanted to come down again, he could not, and Gambling Hansel left him up there for seven years, during which time no one died. So St. Peter said to the Lord, "Lord, this thing must not go on. People no longer die; we must go ourselves." And they went themselves, and the Lord commanded Hansel to let Death come down. So Hansel went at once to Death and said to him, "Come down," and Death took him directly and put an end to him. They went away together and came to the next world, and then Gambling Hansel made straight for the door of Heaven, and knocked at it. "Who is there?" "Gambling Hansel." "Ah, we will have nothing to do with him! Begone!" So he went to the door of Purgatory, and knocked once more. "Who is there?" "Gambling Hansel." "Ah, there is quite enough weeping and wailing here without him. We do not want to gamble, just go away again." Then he went to the door of Hell, and there they let him in. There was, however, no one at home but old Lucifer and the crooked devils who had just been doing their evil work in the world. And no sooner was Hansel there than he sat down to gamble again. Lucifer, however, had nothing to lose, but his mis-shapen devils, and Gambling Hansel won them from him, as with his cards he could not fail to do. And now he was off again with his crooked devils, and they went to Hohenfuert and pulled up a hop-pole, and with it went to Heaven and began to thrust the pole against it, and Heaven began to crack. So again St. Peter said, "Lord, this thing cannot go on, we must let him in, or he will throw us down from Heaven." And they let him in. But Gambling Hansel instantly began to play again, and there was such a noise and confusion that there was no hearing what they themselves were saying. Therefore St. Peter once more said, "Lord, this cannot go on, we must throw him down, or he will make all Heaven rebellious." So they went to him at once, and threw him down, and his soul broke into fragments, and went into the gambling vagabonds who are living this very day. tl dr: Gambling owns. ScratchAndSniff fucked around with this message at 20:02 on Nov 7, 2016 |
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dude, Gambling Hansel is a boss lmao
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# ? Nov 8, 2016 00:49 |
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Moridin920 posted:dude, Gambling Hansel is a boss lmao Those items would be pretty sweet D&D artifacts. Imagine getting an adventure hook from a king stuck in a tree
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# ? Nov 8, 2016 00:51 |
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Infidel Castro posted:It didn't help that 19th century clothing was made out of kerosene-soaked fibres too. more recently than that actually https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvinv9F6uzc&t=130s
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# ? Nov 8, 2016 01:25 |
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Moridin920 posted:dude, Gambling Hansel is a boss lmao gently caress yeah he is, gambling stories are the best stories!
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# ? Nov 8, 2016 01:54 |
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Yes but what about non-fiction?
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e X posted:... All gone ... And thus, Hillary Clinton was elected
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